To the Basics!!!



Feb. 2k18
Being PCM students, we know how important basics are (particularly when you are a JEE aspirant 😒) Anyways, this is one of the last (and, my favourite too) pic of class XII sec D, OPJS, Raigarh , batch of 2k18. together after the farewell. We, the four of backbenchers- me, thakur (Pratik) , Nikhil, and Sonu (Aman), had a special bro-bonding (which, I consider to be stronger than the chemical bond😅) amongst us and hence, I got 3 boon companions for my 'safar'.

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